Very lovely. I’m glad it blossomed. Such a succinct metaphor for grief; the changing seasons, the blooming. I wrote about my dad: He’s terminally Ill with cancer. Your essay made me bloom internally.
I don’t know the broader context, but I do know you capture the bitter-sweet idea of loss and renewal, and something os our delicate relationship with nature, which can be devastating and nurturing in equal measure. Thanks so much for this.
And while we watch the tree unfurl and the petals opening to the sun it means they are always with us. Each time we remember then we keep that memory alive within. Thank you
so achingly beautiful...
This was excellent!
Beautiful. Like the tree's life, writing about people who've transformed beyond this earthly realm keeps them alive.
Beautiful xx
Moving and evocative, reminds me of six years I lived in London, and how often I walked through it from W1 on.
Very lovely. I’m glad it blossomed. Such a succinct metaphor for grief; the changing seasons, the blooming. I wrote about my dad: He’s terminally Ill with cancer. Your essay made me bloom internally.
Here’s my piece: https://michaelmohr.substack.com/p/death
Such a beautiful tribute to nature and grief. Thank you for this
Very moving
I don’t know the broader context, but I do know you capture the bitter-sweet idea of loss and renewal, and something os our delicate relationship with nature, which can be devastating and nurturing in equal measure. Thanks so much for this.
Stunning...thank you.
And while we watch the tree unfurl and the petals opening to the sun it means they are always with us. Each time we remember then we keep that memory alive within. Thank you
Well that brought some tears, some memories and lots of love to my morning. Thank you.
Lovely, Justin!
Absolutely beautiful xx
So beautiful. So moving.
Beautiful. Your words, the feelings they invoke, the love you have for your friend. Beautiful.